Tatiana Ross
Age Eleven
What if the Carol's adoption had gone through?
(Note- I may have gotten her age wrong for season eight)
I am Russian. You can still hear it in my voice. I can't get rid of the accent. My mother is part Russian, but she isn't my real mother.
She is my third adoptive mother. I had two before her: one in Russia from the time I was two, who gave me up when I was five, because she couldn't afford me any more. Then I spent a year and a half in a children's home, which I think is called an orphanage here in the United States. The second one was American, and only kept me for a few months. Then she gave me up because I had AIDS. Then my mother adopted me.
I shouldn't be living now. I should have been dead two years ago; from the AIDS. I have advanced AIDS, which makes me really sick all the time. The part of my body that keeps me from being sick is very weak. My mother taught me about AIDS. AIDS means Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.
I don't like having AIDS. I can't pick up my baby sisters if I have a cut, even if it isn't bleeding.
My father isn't legally my father. My mother adopted me when we lived in Chicago. We lived on our own for a while, and after a few years, we moved in with my father. Then he got in trouble at his work, and he had to go to Seattle. My mother had my sisters, Kate and Tess in Chicago, and then all four of us moved to Seattle with my father. That is where we are now.
My parents got me a tutor, so we can go on vacation whenever we want, which is quite a lot. My parents didn't tell me this, but it is because I am going to die. They want me to enjoy my life before I die.
We went to Disneyland, New Mexico, a trip on a boat, and to a Texas ranch last year. I liked the ranch the best. We went on horses every day. That was very fun.
I. I don't want to die. I love my new life. When I was in Russia, I wouldn't have cared if I died; but I didn't want to die. Now, I never want to die. It isn't fair that I have to die before everyone else. People are supposed to live to be old, and see their grandparents and parents die before them. Instead, I am going to die young, and everyone will see me die, even my Grandmother Helen. It isn't fair. I don't' know how many times I can say that. I finally enjoy my life, but now I have to know that I could die any day now.
This is too much of a sad subject. I would like to talk about something else.
I like Seattle, but I liked Chicago much better. The people at the place where my parents used to work were very nice. I liked Dave. He was very, very funny. He taught me some words in Spanish. I can say dog, cat, rabbit, and mother in Spanish. Perro, gato, conejo, and madre. Conejo is pronounced coneho. Sometimes he would talk very fast in Spanish and it was very confusing. I liked Dave though.
I just can't ignore this. It keeps returning to my head. I am getting weak. I can't take dance class anymore, because I get tired so easily. My mother has shortened my tutoring time to only three hours a day because I get so tired from thinking so hard. I. I think that this will be my last year with my parents.
Age Eleven
What if the Carol's adoption had gone through?
(Note- I may have gotten her age wrong for season eight)
I am Russian. You can still hear it in my voice. I can't get rid of the accent. My mother is part Russian, but she isn't my real mother.
She is my third adoptive mother. I had two before her: one in Russia from the time I was two, who gave me up when I was five, because she couldn't afford me any more. Then I spent a year and a half in a children's home, which I think is called an orphanage here in the United States. The second one was American, and only kept me for a few months. Then she gave me up because I had AIDS. Then my mother adopted me.
I shouldn't be living now. I should have been dead two years ago; from the AIDS. I have advanced AIDS, which makes me really sick all the time. The part of my body that keeps me from being sick is very weak. My mother taught me about AIDS. AIDS means Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.
I don't like having AIDS. I can't pick up my baby sisters if I have a cut, even if it isn't bleeding.
My father isn't legally my father. My mother adopted me when we lived in Chicago. We lived on our own for a while, and after a few years, we moved in with my father. Then he got in trouble at his work, and he had to go to Seattle. My mother had my sisters, Kate and Tess in Chicago, and then all four of us moved to Seattle with my father. That is where we are now.
My parents got me a tutor, so we can go on vacation whenever we want, which is quite a lot. My parents didn't tell me this, but it is because I am going to die. They want me to enjoy my life before I die.
We went to Disneyland, New Mexico, a trip on a boat, and to a Texas ranch last year. I liked the ranch the best. We went on horses every day. That was very fun.
I. I don't want to die. I love my new life. When I was in Russia, I wouldn't have cared if I died; but I didn't want to die. Now, I never want to die. It isn't fair that I have to die before everyone else. People are supposed to live to be old, and see their grandparents and parents die before them. Instead, I am going to die young, and everyone will see me die, even my Grandmother Helen. It isn't fair. I don't' know how many times I can say that. I finally enjoy my life, but now I have to know that I could die any day now.
This is too much of a sad subject. I would like to talk about something else.
I like Seattle, but I liked Chicago much better. The people at the place where my parents used to work were very nice. I liked Dave. He was very, very funny. He taught me some words in Spanish. I can say dog, cat, rabbit, and mother in Spanish. Perro, gato, conejo, and madre. Conejo is pronounced coneho. Sometimes he would talk very fast in Spanish and it was very confusing. I liked Dave though.
I just can't ignore this. It keeps returning to my head. I am getting weak. I can't take dance class anymore, because I get tired so easily. My mother has shortened my tutoring time to only three hours a day because I get so tired from thinking so hard. I. I think that this will be my last year with my parents.